BURMA SHAVE

somewhere South of Seattle
four deaf old poets
cruise down highway 99
in their rusted '52 Mercury
searching for new words
god and Charlie Darwin

off the beaten track towards the beatnik path
they eject their unwanted poems
against the smashed dashboard
hearing nothing but rejections
broken by monotony
seeing nothing but the signs along the way

SPECIAL SEATS

RESERVED IN HELL

FOR WHISKERED POETS

WHO SCRATCH

THEIR LADIES

BURMA-SHAVE


.....an explanation for you youngsters under 55....back in the 40s and 50s driving down the 2 lane highways across America...there were signs at different points spaced approx 100 ft apart advertising a shaving cream.....BURMA-SHAVE